A friend recently asked me, “What do you get out of writing this blog?”
Honestly, the question caught me off guard.
It really made me stop and think about why I keep coming back to this little corner of the internet.
I originally started this blog back in 2017 after losing my brother. At the time, it was meant to be a private place to process my grief and sort through my thoughts.
Clearly, I misunderstood the definition of “private.”
(Haha.)
Over the years, I would revive the blog here and there, but I never posted consistently. Life always seemed to get in the way. Work was demanding, family needed my attention, and writing became one of those things I kept saying I would “get back to someday.”
Then last summer, when I took my “retirement,” I finally had the time and mental space to focus on writing again.
And somewhere along the way, I realized something:
I genuinely love writing this blog.
It doesn’t matter that I don’t have a huge following.
It doesn’t matter if a post only gets a handful of views.
I enjoy sitting down and writing about my life, random thoughts, funny family moments, frustrations, memories, beauty products, chickens that may or may not be roosters, failed dinners, and whatever else happens to wander into my brain that day.
This blog has become part diary, part therapy session, part comedy hour, and part creative outlet.
And honestly? In a world where so much feels stressful, rushed, and performative… having something that exists simply because I enjoy it feels surprisingly important.
I keep a list of blog topics and ideas on my phone. I look forward to having time to sip a cup of tea or coffee while typing my latest blog.
I even enjoy trying to take photographs for the blog.
Most of them are a little rough, but I’m doing my best with an iPhone and a ring light I panic-bought during Covid when remote meetings suddenly turned everyone into unwilling influencers.
(Ironically, now I avoid being on camera whenever possible because I spend the entire meeting critiquing my own appearance instead of listening to what anyone is saying. So when someone suddenly calls on me, it becomes a heart-racing exercise in trying to figure out not only the question… but what topic we’re even discussing at that point.)
Will the blog grow over time?
Maybe.
Will I eventually figure out exactly what this blog is supposed to become?
Possibly.
But for now, I think it’s enough that I simply enjoy writing it.
And maybe that’s the whole point.
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What about you?
Do you have something in your life that you do purely because you love it — even if nobody else fully understands why?
With love & glitter,
Valerie ✨
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